ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 274: THE LONG ROAD OF VENGEANCE
Guinevere's flames roared fiercely, filling the air with a crimson blaze as she continued to desperately retaliate against Althea's relentless assault. But no matter how intensely she wielded her fire magic, it wasn't enough.
Althea walked through the flames like they were nothing, her expression as calm as ever. The chaos dragon energy infused into her magic gave her an overwhelming advantage, making her resistant to heat and flames. Even the strongest fire attacks Guinevere could muster barely left a scratch.
"Pathetic," Althea scoffed, her bright red eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Your fire burns bright, but it lacks the power to harm me."
She raised her hand, and in the next moment, black and crimson dragon energy surged around her arm before launching a massive arc of destruction straight at Guinevere.
Guinevere barely had time to react. She summoned a fiery barrier, but the sheer force of the attack shattered it instantly, sending her stumbling backward, her body trembling from exhaustion.
Her breathing was ragged. She was losing.
No—she was being overwhelmed.
Every attack she unleashed, Althea shrugged off effortlessly. It was as if her flames were completely useless against the chaos dragon's blood coursing through Althea's veins.
"I can't win like this..."
For the first time in a long while, doubt clouded her mind. The realization that her greatest weapon—her fire—was ineffective left her shaken.
Althea took another step forward, her aura surging.
"Are you ready to accept your defeat, fire mage?"
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Guinevere clenched her fists, anger and frustration flaring within her.
"No," she whispered, her voice shaking.
"Not yet..."
Not while she still hasn't lived up to her elder brother's aspiration and ultimately surpass him.
But right then, something within her stirred violently. A force so primal and untamed that it sent shivers down her spine.
Then—it happened.
In a moment of desperation, she lost control.
A surge of blue-white flames erupted from her body, engulfing her surroundings in a terrifying inferno. The Lehavot flame—a power she had yet to master—burst forth uncontrollably, crackling with an intensity that made even Kaelen and Lila, watching from a distance, widen their eyes in shock.
Althea's expression, for the first time, shifted.
She immediately raised her arms, summoning a chaos-infused shield just in time to defend herself from the scorching heat.
"What...?!"
The Lehavot flame—unlike any fire she had faced before—pushed her back, forcing her to go on the defensive. The sheer intensity of the flames pierced through her dragon resistance, sending jolts of discomfort through her body.
For the first time in their fight, Guinevere's flames had an effect.
And that single moment—that single reaction—was all Guinevere needed to realize something important.
"She's not invincible."
Her lips curled into a defiant smirk as she stared down Althea through the flames.
The battle wasn't over yet.
Now that Guinevere had finally realized that the Lehavot flame was the only thing capable of hurting Althea, she unleashed everything she had.
The battlefield was engulfed in blue-white flames, burning hotter than anything seen before. Each wave of fire roared like a beast, consuming everything in its path.
"Burn!" Guinevere growled, her golden eyes gleaming with determination.
Althea, still reeling from the unexpected burn of the Lehavot flames, was forced to dodge and defend rather than counterattack.
For the first time in their battle, Guinevere was winning.
Althea's chaos-infused barriers were slowly crumbling, and her once-imposing aura was wavering under the pressure of the relentless flames.
She clicked her tongue in irritation.
"This is getting troublesome."
Despite her words, her body screamed in pain. The Lehavot flame wasn't like ordinary fire—it was something far beyond mortal magic.
Althea's stance faltered for just a moment.
Guinevere grinned fiercely—this was it!
"You're mine!"
She gathered a final massive surge of Lehavot flames, preparing to end the fight in one decisive blow.
But then—
A shadow moved.
Before Guinevere could react, a fierce gust of wind slammed into her from the side.
"What—?!"
A brutal impact struck her midsection.
Her vision blurred as she was violently flung downward, crashing into the ground with a loud, painful thud.
The sudden ambush had caught her off guard.
As she lay there, gasping for air, footsteps approached.
"Did you really think we'd just sit and watch?"
Althea's group members had finally stepped in.
A group of three fighters surrounded her, their weapons drawn, eyes filled with predatory intent.
"Let's put an end to this fire mage," one of them sneered.
They lunged forward—
But then—one of them suddenly stopped.
His eyes widened in horror.
Blood spurted from his throat before he even realized what happened.
A flash of silver light had appeared—too fast to react to.
The next moment, his head fell from his shoulders.
The other two members froze in place.
Standing before them was Kaelen Dragonyx.
His sword was already unsheathed, dripping with fresh blood.
His aura burned fiercely, crackling with raw, unrestrained power.
His eyes, sharp and merciless, glowed with a dangerous intensity as he stared them down.
Then, in a grim, low voice, he muttered—
"Now... you'll be dealing with me."
A suffocating pressure filled the air.
The remaining two members took an instinctive step back, suddenly realizing—
They had just made a fatal mistake.
The two Dragonyx members hesitated, eyes darting between each other as they tried to decide—fight or flight?
Kaelen's aura was suffocating, pressing down on them like a mountain. They could barely move, let alone lift their weapons properly.
But just as they were about to make a choice, a mocking voice echoed through the battlefield.
"How amusing."
Althea Dragonyx strode forward, her silver hair flowing behind her, her golden-red eyes gleaming with arrogance.
"Look at you, Kaelen. Acting all high and mighty as if you belong among us. Have you forgotten? Your parents were nothing but traitors to the Dragonyx bloodline—mere weaklings who barely deserved to carry the family name."
"At least now both the family and the world in general can be said to be close to perfection after their flimsy deaths"
"Yeah, you're right Young mistress"
"They are the weed of our prestigious family and needs to be uprooted"
Her words dripped with venom, and the two Dragonyx members visibly relaxed, emboldened by her presence.
Kaelen froze.
For a moment, silence hung in the air.
Then—his face darkened.
A deep, unfathomable rage swelled within him, unlike anything he had ever felt before.
His aura surged, exploding outward in an unseen force that made the very ground tremble beneath him.
But that wasn't all.
Something even more terrifying happened.
Liquid mana began to swirl around his body, forming like a living entity.
It pulsed, thick and unrestrained, wrapping around his frame like a serpent made of pure energy.
The air grew heavy.
The battlefield itself reacted to his presence.
"What… the hell is that?" one of the Dragonyx members stammered.
Even Althea's confident smirk faltered for a split second as her instincts screamed at her—this was dangerous.
Kaelen lifted his head slowly, his sharp crimson eyes locking onto Althea's.
Then, in a solemn, bone-chilling tone, he spoke—
"Vengeance is patient."
"Karma is absolute."
"And every sin committed will be repaid… in full."
His words sent a cold shiver down Althea's spine.
She had never—never—felt this kind of pressure from Kaelen before.
It was as if something within him had completely changed.
The very air vibrated, heavy with a foreboding presence.
But Kaelen didn't care about their reactions.
His anger was absolute. His hatred ran deep.
And in that moment—every single person in the area took notice of him.
Across the battlefield, warriors paused mid-fight, turning towards the source of the unprecedented power surge.
Even those miles away could feel it.
Kaelen Dragonyx had just announced himself—
And the world was about to witness something terrifying.
The moment Althea felt Kaelen's liquid mana in full force, she knew—fighting him now was not an option.
Her instincts screamed at her to retreat.
"Fall back!" she barked at the two Dragonyx members beside her. "Now!"
They turned to flee.
But they didn't get far.
Their legs wouldn't move.
A deep chill crept up from their feet, crawling all the way to their thighs, locking them in place like statues.
"W-What?!" one of them gasped in horror.
They snapped their heads downward—
Their legs were completely frozen over in thick, glacial ice.
And standing just a few meters away, Lila glared at them with an expression so cold and detached that she hardly looked like the gentle girl they once knew.
"You Dragonyx scum..." she whispered, her voice filled with unyielding hatred.
"Years ago, your so-called 'glorious' family slaughtered my father for nothing more than sheltering a lost child—
A young boy who didn't even know what the world was yet."
She didn't need to say who the child was.
They all knew.
The two men paled. Even Althea's pupils shrank for a moment as realization dawned upon her.
Kaelen slowly stepped forward, his liquid mana rippling around him. His grip on his sword was steady—cold—unforgiving.
He met Althea's gaze, eyes dark as the abyss.
"You should've killed me back then."
"Because now..."
His voice lowered, deathly solemn.
"The long road of vengeance begins here."
And then—
Blood spilled.
The next second, before anyone could even react, the two Dragonyx members behind Althea fell lifelessly to the ground.
Not a single movement.
Not a single sound.
They were simply—gone.
Althea's breath hitched.
The chilling realization set in.
Kaelen had moved.
And she never even saw it.
She was alone now. Frozen in place. Trapped.
And standing before her were two people who bore a hatred so deep it could shake the heavens.
Because of that, for the first time in a long time—Althea Dragonyx felt fear.
